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We Don't Need The Codex (feat. jaxtorm) - Black Templar song inspired by Warhammer 40k | Fan Made

Thank you for watching :) I try to release all songs to streaming platforms ASAP. I use my savings to fund the publishing and distribution costs. So, if you can chip in and support my work, it will greatly help me:   / grimdarktavern   Apple Music:   / grimdark-tavern   If you enjoyed this Warhammer 40k music, drop me a Like. Stay Updated here:    / @grimdarktavern   Check out the Warhammer 40K playlist (also includes Various Artists) here:    • Deus Vult! - Sisters of Battle | Warhammer...   Lyrics: They handed us the Codex with a solemn, haughty grin, "Follow every chapter, let the sacred rites begin." We nodded with a chuckle, then tossed it in the fire, Because rules are for the weak and faith is something higher. We don’t need the Codex, we’ve got zeal and chainswords bright, When duty calls, we answer with relentless, holy might. If we ever have a question, there’s no page we ever quote— We grab the Codex Astartes and we shove it down the chute. They said, “Form into squads of ten, be rational, be calm,” But we’d rather charge headfirst and praise the Emperor’s psalm. Tactics? That’s for cowards. Doctrine? That’s for fools. We break every formation, because crusading has no rules. We don’t need the Codex, that book’s a total bore, The only line worth reading was ‘purge the heretic with war.’ When logic makes suggestions, we give it a boot— Then reach for the Codex and shove it down the chute. Uniform livery? Tactical reserves? We’ve got screaming initiates and faith that unnerves. Apothecary's advice? Nah, just wrap it in a rag. Strategic withdrawal? Heresy! Plant the banner, plant the flag! We once had a Librarian who quoted ancient prose, We bolted him mid-sentence and said, “We’re Black Templars—no!” Chaplains do our thinking, if thinking must be done, But mostly we just yell a vow and then we start to run. We don’t need the Codex, we’ve got righteous wrath and fire, Our bolters sing the only hymn a Templar could require. If it’s not written in blood, then it’s probably moot— So we toss the Codex Astartes right back down the chute. Codex says “maintain reserves”—we say “kill them now.” Codex says “assess the field”—we scream another vow. Codex says “respect the ranks”—we say “prove it with a blade.” Codex says “report your kills”—we say “they’re already flayed.” Uniforms? A guideline. Heraldry? A joke. We paint in blood and burn in oil and breathe in sacred smoke. Rituals? We’ve got them—ours involve a lot more gore. Your precious purity seals can’t match our holy war. We don’t need the Codex, we’ve got relics drenched in sin, We baptize every bolter round in fire before we grin. If you ask for doctrine, you’ll just eat our boot— We spit on the Codex and toss it down the chute. Some Chapter Master lectured us, “War must be precise!” So we chopped his arm off clean and said, “Now that’s advice.” We don’t file reports or count our dead or pause to check supply— If we run out of ammo, we just stab until they die. Deployment diagrams? Litanies of range? We’d rather stab a daemon than read another page. Codex etiquette? Tactical decorum? We prefer black armor, screaming, and a holy war quorum. Your Librarians read runes—we read burning skies. Your Captains plan retreats—we prefer battle cries. Your Chapters sit and vote—we ignite the enemy's den, Because democracy is heresy when you wear black and slay ten. We don’t need the Codex, we’ve got fury in our veins, We’ll burn the scrolls of Guilliman and salt his precious plains. When logic tries to whisper, we silence it with brute— And jam the Codex Astartes straight back down the chute. What about formations? "Break 'em!" What about flanks? "Take 'em!" What about morale? "Fake 'em!" What about rules? "Forsake 'em!" We don’t need the Codex, that book’s for dusty monks, We charge through orbital fire like ceramite-fueled punks. When someone starts to quote it, we just start to shoot— Then reach for the Codex and shove it down the chute. We don’t need the Codex, we don’t read or cite or care, We scream litanies of hatred while we burn through daemon lairs. If Guilliman’s offended, he can file a dispute— And we’ll print the Codex ten times just to shove it down the chute. So thank you, Brother Guilliman, for all your precious laws, But we’ll pass on your revisions and continue with our cause. Your footnotes are inspiring, but we’re not ones to compute— We’d rather light a flamer and salute… and then shoot. #wh40k #warhammer40k #epicmusic #darktide #spacemarine2 Disclaimer: Warhammer and related trademarks are owned by Games Workshop. The lyrics, music, and artwork were created entirely by me and represent fan-made content, not official media. Advanced tools were utilized throughout the production process to refine, enhance, edit, and improve all aspects of the media presented.